White It out Like Glittering Wax Butterflies

That night, it started storming. Everyone ended up going to bed pretty late.
But... the thunder kept me awake...

So there I lie, on the couch, awaiting when I'd fall asleep.

Then... I heard my name being said.

I sat up and looked around to find Quinn standing in the living room doorway.

"Quinn, what do you want?"

"Anna," he made a pouty face. "I can't sleep. Keep me company?"

I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Fine..." I stood up and walked with him to his bedroom.

"The thunder make me scared," Quinn pouted, speaking in a childish voice.

"That's okay Quinn..."

He took my hand and clicked off the light. "I wanna go to sleeeep..."

"Me too Quinn..." I responded quietly.

He led me to his bed and we both lied down.

"You know what'd look good on you?" Quinn asked.

"What would that be?"

He held up some of my hair. "If you got the top layer of your hair bleached."

"You've just got a thing for the blonde, don't you?"

He chuckled. "So what if I do?"

"Oh, I'm not complaining, I'm just saying..."

"Oh, but I think you're complaining..." he smirked.

I scoffed. "Fine, whatever you say Quinn..."

"No, really, we should dye your hair tomorrow."

I smiled slightly. "I'd like that."

Ah Quinn... You're too nice to me...